girl in the rain

I sit on a bench at a bus-stop waiting for the bus and staring out infront of me. On the other side of the street i see a girl. Radiant as the sun she seems unaware of the rain coming down or of her surroundings. Her moves surprise me and catch my attention. Two quick steps forward followed by a jump just before a pirouette. Unaware of her surroundings she passes people that look at her with as much surprise on their faces as on mine. One leg goes up to her back as her upper body moves down. Then she moves up again, lowering her leg. A slow pirouette and then two steps back. For some odd reason she keeps being stuck in my gaze with a dreamy look on her face. The rain intensifies and more people take shelter at the bus stop, forcing me to stand up in order to see her. I happily give my seat to an elderly lady and move a bit forward. Still she seems unaware of the rain as she continues her dance on the other side of the street. Her leg goes up again, this time infront of her while she leans back. Her hands land on the ground at the bottom of a puddel. A short pause. The bus announces its arrival with the sound of its diesel engine and I look away from the girl to see if it is the bus that I need. When I look back I see the girl is standing normally again and looking at me. The smile she shows warms me inside and makes me forget my surroundings only to be thrown back into reality by the bus that fills my view. In the bus I look at the other side of the street to see the girl making a bow and waving at me, before the bus takes me away from her.

forest of dreams

Lying in bed, you feel the sleep taking over your body. Slowly closing your eyes you ascend in your mind to the place of places. They rise before you as an ancient forest, dreams for you to pick from like you would pick a tree for christmas, although these trees are much bigger. The forest stretches out before you in every direction you look. A small breeze makes the leaves rustle as you look around. Trees you touch show a film, the embodyment of your dreams. In one you're a dog chasing after a ball that has been thrown, in another you're a manager holding a speech at a big banquet. Each tree, a different dream. But where good dreams exist bad ones do aswell, and you see some trees that look as if they were about to die. As you touch the tree you see why. In this dream you loose control over your car and crash into a bridge. Startled you take a few steps back from your dream. A dream of death, a dyeing tree, even in this quiet forest not everything is merry and good, even here bad things happen. But in this forest you can step back from the bad things. It's for you to pick your dreams out of this forest, good or bad. This is your dream forest